I don't think we should condone such a shameful act by the high priest, but the situation on the other side seems to be even more serious.

At this moment, probably because there was hardly any soup left in the pot, the clanging of forks echoed in the night sky like the beating of war drums.

"Move aside, I've never eaten before, let me have some too."

"You're kidding me. You licked a few mouthfuls of soup when no one was looking. I fought my way in from the outside and just got here."

"Hey, there's hardly any meat on your chicken bones, why don't you give it to me? I'll clean it up and feed it to Luo later."

"Get lost! These chicken bones are good stuff. I'm saving them for my kid to chew on every day so he can grow taller."

…………

Such conversations continued to rise and fall around the pot, with everyone arguing until their faces were red. Countless men had arm-wrestled until they were exhausted, all in the struggle for a sip of soup.

Women are more formidable; their spittle, flying everywhere, rains down on the area, and I can feel a powerful wave of moisture even from a distance.

Even the usually noisy Top was quiet. It held an empty bowl, looked at me, and then at the surging crowd.

Each of them has a million reasons to squeeze in and get a piece of the pie.

Top thought to himself, "Well, what can I do? I'm just a monkey, and monkeys can't talk. You can say whatever you want."

In the end, Top and I stopped queuing in the crowd and went back into the cave to get some potatoes, roast them over the fire, and then gnawed on them with the leftover deinosuchus heart.

Sigh... I was careless. If I had known this would happen, I should have secretly cooked and eaten it. I shouldn't have come here to compete with others.

Now look what's happened! Everyone else is drinking soup, while I probably won't even get the dregs.

After we had eaten and drunk our fill, Top and I went back into the cave to sleep, while the rest of the tribesmen were still partying outside.

I don't know what they did with my pot in the end, but one thing I'm sure of is that the pot will be very clean, the kind that doesn't need washing.

…………

The next morning, Dante woke me up from my dream.

I blinked my still-sleepy eyes and asked Dante beside me,

"What's wrong, Dante? Why did you call me so early in the morning?"

"Sir, you're finally awake! We've been waiting for you for so long!"

I looked at Dante with some suspicion. He seemed quite excited. Had he eaten too much yesterday?

"Speak like a human being, just say it," I said casually, stretching.

"Oh, is that so, sir? I didn't have a chance to tell you yesterday, but everyone was very satisfied with your cooking, so you win!"

"oh……"

Upon hearing this, I instantly felt sleepy again, so I lay back down on the bed and closed my eyes.

oh?

Dante hadn't expected my reaction to be so calm, and immediately asked somewhat uncertainly,

"Sir, aren't you happy that you won?"

"Yes, I'm happy..."

I gave a perfunctory reply, turned over, and went back to sleep.

I'm so happy, you dead man!

Yesterday we agreed to have a late-night snack together, but Top and I didn't even get to drink a drop of soup. If you were in my shoes, would you be happy?

Seeing that I had fallen asleep again, Dante scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and said to me,

"Actually, everyone asked me to come here because they want you to teach them how to cook. I wonder what your opinion is, sir, and if it's alright?"

Um?

So that's how it is. I thought they were going to promote me and then let me continue being their cook. It seems they're quite conscientious.

Forget it, I'll go out and see how many disciples are waiting for my earnest teachings. I can't help it, I'm just too soft-hearted; I fall for sweet words.

We soon arrived outside, where everyone, led by the woman named Sou, was already standing in line, waiting for my arrival.

First, the high priest smiled and handed me the golden pot, which had become gleaming, with both hands, as if it were a reward bestowed upon me.

Just thinking about how dozens of tongues greedily ravaged my pot yesterday makes me shudder.

I don't know if those guys washed me with water after they licked me yesterday. I guess I'll have to take them to a sanitation shop to wash them again.

At this moment, the high priest looked at me with a smug expression and started talking in gibberish. It seemed that he was quite satisfied with the things he had done yesterday.

The humanoid translator Dante next to me started translating for me in real time.

"The high priest said that he hopes you can teach xx skill. The tribe has unanimously agreed on your requests and will try its best to meet them."

I thought about it and realized they didn't have anything particularly impressive to offer. However, this statement, which everyone in the tribe agreed on and which satisfied me, was quite valuable.

If I temporarily take them under my wing and have them work for me as a group of followers, it wouldn't be out of the question for me to help them build up their tribe and develop it. At least my life would be better in the future.

One more thing, even if they don't mention it, I plan to pass on the secret of salt to Sou.

Her talent isn't lacking; she just lacks an understanding of food and seasonings. With a little guidance, I, her teacher, won't have to eat those bland, tasteless meals every day.

Another point is that salt is also crucial for replenishing the tribe's resources. Especially in this unpredictable situation, we are highly likely to encounter the demons they speak of, Hanu.

Normally it wouldn't matter, but the current situation is different. I need to get them in top physical condition to deal with the troublesome issues that may arise next.

At this moment, Dante conveyed my message to everyone. Sora was very excited to see that I was willing to teach her how to cook, and immediately knelt down.

This time I didn't help her up. This apprenticeship ceremony is a traditional Chinese culture that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Even if we don't ask for money for tea or drinks, we still have to go through the basic formalities.

Sou knelt down and bowed, which was considered a formal acceptance into my tutelage. I thought the name Sou sounded a bit awkward.

To facilitate our communication, I plan to give my apprentice a name and have Dante convey my message to So.

Upon hearing my words, Sou immediately nodded in agreement without saying a word. Now, let alone bestowing a name upon her, I reckon she would agree to change her name without hesitation.

I've been thinking about it, what name should I give it?

"How about we choose a homophone and call her Su Su?" I suggested to Dante.

Dante told the native woman the name I had given her, and she pronounced it somewhat unclearly, "Su...Su..."

I smiled and nodded, gesturing for Su Su to get up first. As her apprentice, it was only natural for me, as her master, to offer something as a token of my respect.

I handed a small jar of blood salt that I had refined yesterday to Su Su.

Su Su was also surprised when she saw this. She saw me working on this thing for most of the day yesterday.